Description:Not exactly wonderful, actually... not good by any means. But I thought I'd share it, and see if anyone could help me out with it. I've revised it many times, and it still isn't worth reading... Let me know what you think.

My Own Prison-------------------------------------------

Entombed, imprisoned,
Denied light from the sun.
Concrete floor, in the corner...
A web of fear being spun.

Shut off and refused life,
Stripped of any last hope.
There is no way out, no way in,
Depression my binding rope.

Clouded memories of love,
Immobilized by visions of the past,
Suffocating beneath these memories.
I am trapped inside this chaotic mass.

Surrounded by empty thoughts,
And none of them to console.
Held captive within my own mind,
A prisoner beyond my control.

Again I would have to say it was if you reached down into the darker side of my self consious and pulled the words of my own hell out letting them bleed with ink onto paper. GReat job I cannot begin to express how much I enjoyed and was touched by this piece. Heather

I love this poem. There is no other way to put it. I wouldn't change anything about or try to make it better in any way. It depicts depression perfectly without being too vague or too up-front about it.